KING OF OCW INTRO 2020 INTRO
ATLANTIC CITY, NJ
The Camera pans to ramp as an old nostalgic tune hits and the duo of Scaggs and Poling head down to the ring!! The packed crowd roars in excitement and begins to chant "OCW" OCW" "OCW"
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Ladies and Gentleman THIS IS THE KING OF OCW 2020 |
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OH ITS ON NOW! |
In the backstage area, El Parca is seen stretching as he bounces from one leg to another, but it’s not long before Colin Locke approaches him with a spring in his step and pats him on the shoulder.
Colin: El Parca! Got a big day today, mate, how’s it going, how’re you feeling? You figured out what colour you’re gonna have your throne be, or do you reckon that’s a more in the moment decision?
Parca: My color my throne will be? Amigo! I gotta get through the first match and did you see who I’m facing? B17! The CCW World Champion! Like.. Parca flutters his hands around like a maniac kinda. Talk about hard first round matchups!
Colin: Ah, he’s not so bad, I beat him pretty easily.
Parca: Come again?!
Colin: Yeah, you got some TV catching up to do, the guy can’t sing at all, was bloody dreadful. Either way, I’ve got confidence, you’ve prepared hard for it, done all you can. You’ve just gotta do what you did before to keep your belt and you should be decent, surely.
Parca: There.. You and B17.. Huh?! Anyways, I appreciate the sentiment, my friend, it means a lot, and if I somehow pull off the miracle then pull out the good stuff... Wait, what is the good stuff exactly? That’s beside the point!
Colin thinks for a moment, possibly trying to remember if he’d ever found champaign in a storage lot before. This is a man who has definitely seen people drinking cider by an abandoned storage lot, but champagne? No chance. He shrugs it off before getting back into the flow of things.
Colin: It’s a bunch of big names, but, man, think about it. It’s a who’s who of who has belts, you get past any one of them and your belt’s already looking a bit shinier. I reckon you’re gonna be facing a lot of nervous people, people in the same boat as you. No matter what happens next, you’ve got this.
Parca: Wow, you are too kind, my friend. Those words of encouragement mean a lot to me, thank you. I’m gonna go out there tonight and do what I came into OCW to do.
Parca looks directly into the camera as the fans start chanting OH louder and louder. Colin has yet to be hit with this force of energy and is in for an awakening.
Parca gets hyped up as he screams.
Parca: IT’S FIGHTING SEASON!!!!!!!!!
Parca then sprints past Colin as he pats him on the shoulder still screaming IT’S FIGHTING SEASON!!!!!!
Dumbfounded, Colin can only blink and stare at the place Parca used to be.
Colin: Alright then, I’ve, er… I’ve gotta find some TVs, I need to see this.
Colin looks left and right before heading off camera as the scene fades out.
SUDDEN DEATH ROUND 1
B17* vs. EL PARCA*
The cameras pan up into Brian Feinstein’s office. Feinstein is looking into his drawer yet again as he looks like he is playfully talking to something.
Feinstein: Oh I cannot wait to eat you, you look so delicious and wonderful! I have waited ALL day for this!
Feinstein pulls out a bucket of Big Mama’s Spicy Buffalo Extra Crispy Boneless Chicken as he places it on his desk. He then pulls out a comically large napkin as suddenly his phone starts to ring.
Feinstein: WHAT? NO! PLEASE! IT’S CHICKEN TIME!
Feinstein answers the phone to his assistant Stephanie in a panicked rush.
Feinstein: YES STEPHANIE?
Stephanie completely unphased by his loud voice screaming over the phone.
Stephanie: Mr. Feinstein your four o’clock Boom video conference with Mr. Ahmad is in a few minutes.
Feinstein’s face goes so red it looks as he knows his precious chicken time will have to wait. He throws the bucket of golden chicken back into his desk drawer and he wipes off sweat from his forehead. Then, his computer rings as a Boom video call pops up. Feinstein accepts the call as Mr. Ahmad, an average sized Middle Eastern man is sitting on the opposite side of the call.
Feinstein: Oh Mr. Ahmad, how can I be of service for you my friend?
Mr. Ahmad: Mr. Feinstein! Hello to you, sir! I’m not interrupting anything, am I?
Brian Feinstein continues to dry his forehead with his large napkin.
Feinstein: No, no! Of course not! I’m happy to be of service to you and our employer at any given moment, Mr. Ahmad!
The mysterious Mr. Ahmad smiles and nods his head, as Brian’s sweat pours profusely down his face.
Mr. Ahmad: My friend, you might want to get that condition checked out. It’s no good to sweat as much as you do.
Feinstein: Of course, of course! Right after our call, I’ll schedule a meeting with my doctor. Now, how can I help you, Mr. Ahmad?
Mr. Ahmad: I’m just calling you to check in with our investments, Mr. Feinstein. We have attempted to make several procurements within OCW. How are they coming along? Have they reacted well? Give us status updates, Mr. Feinstein.
Feinstein: The investments are case by case basis Mr. Ahmad. Maxx Edwards he seems very very promising. I imagine in no time he will be more than happy to sign under our lovely banner.
Feinstein: Oh! That.. oh goodness what was his name? That Nicholas Maxximus fellow is signed already as well. He LOVED that serum you sent over here for him so that helped him sign the dotted line even easier.
Feinstein: The only I guess you could say “troubles” at this moment are those two rookie fellows who seem to never check their email. Kids these days, they think because their phone has texting messaging that they don’t need to use email! But, no worries we will make sure we acquire them as well or find suitable replacements Mr. Ahmad. You can reassure our employer everything is going swimmingly.
Mr. Ahmad’s face lights up at the good news of UAE’s investments.
Mr. Ahmad: Wondrous! God is good, Mr. Feinstein. What about Mr. Archer? Is he in the tournament? What are his odds at winning this thing?
Somehow, Feinstein stops sweating profusely when Archer is brought up.
Feinstein: Oh I thought you’d never ask! Mr. Archer is wonderful, he is in fact in the tournament. If my calculations are correct and most of the time he is he should have his side of the bracket handled quite easily.
Feinstein: That Mexican fellow, uh what’s his name again? Oh right El Parca! We have plans for his “pre-match snack” to be a bit “undercooked” if you’re picking up what I’m putting down. So that gets him out of the picture, all Mr. Archer really needs to do is NOT lose to Antonio Everrett which let’s be realistic here if Mr. Archer dog walked that Dumbinion leader Rust Cohle with ease so surely he can do the same to Antonio.
Mr. Ahmad: And what of the other five competitors? Have we initiated anything regarding them?
Feinstein: Mr. Ahmad, we’ve worked together for how long now? Of course, we initiated with plans toward the others! B17 is a rather flamboyant man so all we need to do is send that brute KD after him with false accusations of him hearing B17 singing. This would result in Archer winning and advancing into the finals by count-out! Then, in reality, it would be left into Mr. Archer’s hands but if we need plan Z we have a plan in mind.
Mr. Ahmad: This is the GREATEST news, Mr. Feinstein. Our employer will be pleased to hear that everything is falling into place. The only outcome that makes sense is Mr. Archer coming out ahead. If he does not, Mr. Feinstein; I fear for our safety. Our employer is determined to have Mr. Archer win the King of OCW. There can be no missteps. No errors. Failure is not an option, Mr. Feinstein.
Mr. Ahmad reaches for his laptop to end the call, but stops himself to say one more thing.
Mr. Ahmad: Also, Mr. Feinstein. Our employer is most excited for the rise of Maxx Edwards. Please make sure he is taken care of, and if you need any more money; don’t hesitate to ask. We’re more than happy to oblige, as we KNOW we’ll be getting a return on our investment.
Feinstein: Of course, Mr. Ahmad! Maxx is a good boy, and he’ll--
Before Brian can finish his sentence, Mr. Ahmad ends the call abruptly.
Feinstein exhales heavily,
Feinstein: Oh thank Christ I never thought he’d shut up. Now my precious Feinstein opens up the drawer once again. It’s CHICKEN TIME!
The cameras fade to black as the extremely morbidly obese Brian Feinstein can be seen devouring the Big Mama’s chicken as they fully fade to black.
THE CAMERA PANS TO THE RAMP!
SUDDEN DEATH ROUND 2
THOMAS ARCHER*
vs.
TONY EVERRETT